Chrome Plated Woman lyrics

by

Big Boi


[Verse 1: Pimp C]
Chamillion' gave me the b*tch, she was already a star (star)
Now, all these n*ggas wanna f*ck my car
She a video ho, the b*tch make big money
Like to let her hair down when the sky get sunny
You can catch her in the Dub or the King magazine ('Zine)
Young red b*tch, pus*y wet, five screens (Five screens)
Now watch her fat ass drop (Drop)
Fifth pouring out, and the trunk gets popped (Gets popped)
These n*ggas scheming on my young ho
n*ggas so gung-ho, b*tch can't let me go (Let me go)
I bring the b*tch value up ten times (Ugh)
It's going higher every time I write another line
I get my paper in the streets
Big cocaine, grip grain and pimp the lane (Pimp the lane)
I really miss Robert Davis
I'm repping for you, baby, leave these n*ggas on the pavement

[Hook: Pimp C]
I got the grill on the front, trunk steady humming
I fell in love with my chrome plated woman
The grill on the front, trunk steady humming
I fell in love with my chrome plated woman
The grill on the front, trunk steady humming
I fell in love with my chrome plated woman
The grill on the front, trunk steady humming
I fell in love with my chrome plated woman
[Verse 2: Bun B]
Well, let me introduce you to the baddest b*tch alive
Can't nothing f*ck with her (With her) when I put her in drive
Other hoes got four shoes, but mine got five (she got five)
And got the hood buzzing like a beehive
She's immaculately dressed, with good hygiene
Take a bath everyday, 'cause she gots to stay clean
I wipe her down slow with a real soft rag
Now, she looking so good (Good) a n*gga gots to brag (I gots to brag)
When we pull up, my n*gga, we stop to show
You'll probably kill yourself when you see the suicide doors
In the summertime, she might come outside without a top (Without a top)
And one look'll make a n*gga mouth drop (Your mouth drop)
We don't stop, we keep it rollin like a ball
With a b*tch this bad, how could a n*gga take a fall?
Naww, she ain't for y'all, you gots to get your own
Just make sure that she's covered in chrome, c'mon

[Hook: Pimp C]
I got the grill on the front, trunk steady humming
I fell in love with my chrome plated woman
The grill on the front, trunk steady humming
I fell in love with my chrome plated woman
The grill on the front, trunk steady humming
I fell in love with my chrome plated woman
The grill on the front, trunk steady humming
I fell in love with my chrome plated woman
[Verse 3: Pimp C]
On the highway (Way), living the fly way (Fly way)
b*tch on my hood, guidin my way (Ugh)
Money on the nightstand, never did lay (Lay)
True to the game, I put that on P.A
P.A., still gettin sucked under the streetlights (Ugh)
And n*gga, it sure feel good when you're living right (Living right)
Eating right (Eating right), f*cking right (Ugh)
Steady pimping b*tches through my website

[Verse 4: Bun B]
So get your head right (Head right)
And get your bread right (Bread right)
'Cause babygirl'll hit you in your chest dead right
Have it on your mind 'cause she'll put it in your heart
The game'll be over 'fore the motor even start
With the brand new parts, (What?) got them boys erupting
But don't call it plastic surgery, it's body sculpting
Take a old school classic, give it new car scent
And then, I don't regret one motherf*cking dollar I spent, mayne

[Hook: Pimp C]
I got the grill on the front, trunk steady humming
I fell in love with my chrome plated woman
The grill on the front, trunk steady humming
I fell in love with my chrome plated woman
The grill on the front, trunk steady humming
I fell in love with my chrome plated woman
The grill on the front, trunk steady humming
I fell in love with my chrome plated woman
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